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Walking In The Dark

I walk here, in the dark
because I like it so,
thoughts seem to flutter
from the shadows
like elusive bats.

I reminisce,
I see your legs, they open
like a lovely sesame,
you spoke your welcome
in a sweet familiar tongue.

I think of estuaries then,
of tepid showers
and of burning skin,
of the great need for touch
and,
above all
of the very taste,
that you reserve
for one, for little me.

by Herbert Nehrlich 2

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Comments (1)

Very warm and soft a good piece thank you